that she is carrying me, as i am carrying her

to conceive, to carry, is beyond the diagrams
of human understanding

i think about the journey she made,
to come so far, for so little.

in my more peaceful moments, i consider
that her experience of being
is closer at hand than i realize,
that she is carrying me, as i am carrying her.

i know hers was an earthly trip worth taking,
as eternity is the grand prize of living

but even in my most faithful moments
i am devastated
she could not stay here longer